Chapter 130 (1/2)

”Not drunk?”

In the car, Shen Zhining looks at Sheng Jiaoyang with a smile.

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked her eyes, and she raised her hand to help her forehead. ”Oh, still a little dizzy.”

In the past, Shen Zhining would be very tired of this kind of affectation. Now, he not only doesn't feel disgusted, but also has a little smile on his eyes.

”No need to pretend.”

He paused and said slowly, ”I can't understand how drunk you look.”

Boom!

Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to hear the sound of his own rational collapse.

She couldn't help but think of that morning. He said, ”yesterday you just bit my lips like this.” he also said, ”last night you said you liked me and asked me to kiss you. If I didn't, you would...”

To break his lips?

And then?

Sheng Jiaoyang bit her lips. For the first time, she was annoyed that her memory was too good. That annoying dream haunted her mind.

She turns her head secretly and doesn't want Shen Zhining to look at her.

The eyes are as deep as the lake water. They look ancient and unshakable, but actually they are turbulent.

Sheng, who confessed to being a blusher, had to find words to distract her attention. ”What to eat at night?”

”What would you do?”

Sheng Jiaoyang thought about it seriously, and replied solemnly, ”I can't do what normal people can.”

Shen Zhining stared at her for a while. He probably didn't see such a person with poor cooking skills.

”That I don't want to cook. I really can't do it. Before, meiniu ate my fried dishes and went to the hospital to wash her stomach. ” Sheng Xiaoyang's eyes twinkled and said, this is really true. After that, meiniu won't let her touch the kitchen utensils.

”I saw the oil painting hanging on the balcony. The color was very well adjusted.” Shen Zhining said a word that was out of touch with the wind, horse and ox.

Suddenly, the boasted Sheng Jiaoyang froze for a moment, ”thank you.”

Shen Zhining said on his own: ”the wine you mixed is not bad, it needs to be mixed in proportion, and it will affect the whole. You can do this, but you can't make a dish that you can eat? ”

”Er...” Sheng Jiaoyang turned his eyes and asked, ”can you cook?”

Shen Zhining is silent.

Seeing him like this, Sheng Jiaoyang knew that he had never been a cook before. She continued: ”don't look at cooking, there is a lot of knowledge in it. I think it's very simple to mix wine and paint. It's better to master the proportion of ingredients, but cooking is not the same. No one needs to weigh out the weight before sprinkling salt and putting spices. The recipe only says a spoon, a little, suitable Quantity, then the question comes, how much is a spoon, how much is a little, and how much is a proper amount? There is also the fire, how to judge this fire, in addition, the processing of food materials is different, and the cooking methods are different. The cut piece is suitable for stewing, and the cut silk is suitable for stir frying. There are too many aspects to pay attention to. ”

”You know a lot about cooking.”

”It's useless to know. I can only find that I'm not suitable for cooking.” Sheng Jiaoyang said in a helpless tone.

Sheng Jiaoyang also wanted to say something. Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn, and she jumped forward and plunged into Shen Zhining's arms.

”Ho -” the squeaking sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.

The car pulled over. ”Boss, are you ok?”